The Choosen One

already naked estimating time of arrival suggest coordinates for my backyard positioning of my uncoordinated body leaving a bit of flexibility in case of a need for any slight rearrangements i might need to make in deed because this is poetics not rocket science and in fact it's a landing not a launch i see her here she comes right there yet they say they all look the same but to know her is to love her so i know even though it's the first snow of the year it's clear in this stormy sky that that is her that i see falling and that though she has never seen one she has all this time been one as we all are if we agree to see our selves as such but she may not know since never seeing snow that each flake is never the same so each is an individual so now standing all this time still out standing running down my check list naked backyard craning neck outstretched arms frozen so statuesque swooning like a swan an ice sculpture needing just one small fixture my bay door mouth opens and out comes my tongue as far as i can extend it sticking out as a landing strip for her star ship body bound delicate now a snowflake which after all this time she melts in my mouth